Faolan had merely grunted at the priest's response, catching a look from Lucien as he turned his attention back to supper. He knew the boy had heard him, but what result it would bring, he was unsure of. Lucien had been nearly comatose these last couple days. Would this reignite his desire to leave? Only time would tell them that.

Faolan hadn't expected just how short that time was. He had retired from dinner to the couch and was jotting down the days events in his journal, when he felt Lucien approach him. He looked up at the Frenchman and waited until he was done speaking before closing the book in his hands and tucking it away. He shouldn't have been surprised, of course, isn't this result partially what he had expected? But for some reason, he had not thought of this possibility actively. Of course Lucien would ask this, he saw Faolan as a friend, and his escape from a life of priesthood. If Faolan had his way, he would agree to let Lucien accompany him, who was he to stand in the way of the lad's freedom? But there were...other factors to consider.

He sighed heavily, and leaned back on the couch, resting his ankle on his opposite knee. He was struggling with how to respond, not because of how to word it, but because he didn't know which way he was leaning.

Finally, he said, [color=a36209]"Look, Lucien...I know this...it can't be easy for you. I heard you and the priest arguing before, mind you I wasn't eavesdropping, but it woke me up the other day. I know that what I said to you in the street really struck you and all...but have you thought this all the way through? All of the angles, the risks...I don't have an easy life, lad. It's a lot to take on."[/color] He met the Frenchman's eyes, sensing determination and hoping he was right. There was more he would have to explain if the two traveled together, and part of him was dreading that.